Roll-on the high life

With a headline as corny as that one anyone would think that I was writing for some really dodgy newspaper like the New York Times or something. But nooooo, instead I'm stuck here with you weiners on this blog with nothing to talk about but the national joint rolling comp. High fives were had all round, large blunt rolls over competition, all these lame ass headlines could have been used somewhere meaningful instead of wasted on an audience that struggles to work out that England is in the Uk. So don't blame me for the poor quality of links that've been on this blog recently. Blame Paris, and the three stooges I had before writing this article.